𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kim Hongjoong. July 18th, 1980. | Friday, 8:24 PM. WARNING: Use of drugs (weed), Homophobic slurs.
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Hongjoong gaped at Wooyoung with wide surprised eyes, hand covering his mouth as he kept shaking his head, attempting to push away Wooyoung only for him to laced their fingers together and sat on his feet. "Can you believe it?" Wooyoung questions the older male with a tilt of his head.
"No," Hongjoong weakly says, continuing to shake his head in refusal as he tried to pull his hand free. "Why... Why would you do that?"
"I didn't do anything, Hyung-ie," Wooyoung giggles. "You were the one who started to lean in, who am I to reject a free kiss?" Hongjoong hates to admit that his heart fluttered from Wooyoung's giggle, even his smile made his face heat up and he fucking despises it. He shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. It's so fucking wrong. "It's not bad to kiss the same—"
"Yes, it fucking is!" Hongjoong shouts in rage, pulling his legs closer to him as he tries to hide. "It's a horrible thing to do... it's fucking disgusting! It's weird and... and not normal! Why would anybody want to fucking do that?"
"You did it, so," Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders calmly, looking off to the open doors of the balcony to see the sun has already set, the stars twinkling in the sky and the moon glowing brightly through the darkroom. His dad most likely left, so he could head downstairs and begin cooking dinner for the two unless Hongjoong wanted to eat out.
Hongjoong swallows hard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in hatred before muttering harshly, "A-Are you a homo?" His eyes scan Wooyoung from head to toe, holding back his disappointed scoff. "I've been hanging out with a-a faggot this entire time? No wonder! I must've caught the fucking disease—"
"I already told you, Hyung-ie," Wooyoung interrupts the unhappy redhead. "I enjoy kissing whoever I can. I don't want to be anything but myself."
Hongjoong silently stared at Wooyoung, struggling to look as intimidating as the latter only to feel hot under his gaze, making him uneasy and swallow nervously. "You're disgusting..." Hongjoong mumbles, burying his head in his arms that were perched upon his knees.
Wooyoung snickered a little as he shuffled closer to Hongjoong, leaning close to the angry redhead. "Tell me the truth... you liked that I kissed you."
Hongjoong scoffs in reply and lifts his head, shifting his gaze away from the blue-haired male as his face flushes. "Fuck no!"
"You so did!" Wooyoung teased with a soft chuckle, leaning closer to Hongjoong's face. "It's alright to like it, Hyung-ie. If you ever want another one, you could always ask me."
